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[pongpalace]

for @checkplease100 prompt #104: Pine

“Okay, who fucking did it?” Holster asks, glaring at the guilty looking hockey players in front of him. No one makes eye contact, though Nursey thumps Chowder on the back when he lets out a cough that sounds suspiciously like a laugh.

“Who did what Holster?” Bitty asks. He looks put out at having team breakfast interrupted, but Holster is a man on a mission, pissed off that he wasted his own coloured printer ink on an entire stack of pictures that he won’t get a chance to use now.

“Who covered the Haus Christmas tree with pictures of Chris Pine!?”

[duan-with-your-shitt]

From @checkplease100 Prompt 44: Peanut Butter and Jelly

“Yay!” Susie squealed, taking the plate in her chubby four-year-old hands.

“What do you say?” Jack asked.

“Thank you, Papa.” She hurried back into the living room to finish watching Mulan. Blonde curls bounced around her face and her mouth was pursed in concentration as she settled on the overstuffed couch. She looked so much like Bitty, impossibly so, that it made Jack’s heart hurt.

“You know,” Bitty said, wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist, “you don’t always have to cut her sandwich into hockey shapes.”

Grinning, Jack popped a scrap of PB&J into his mouth. “I know.”

[duan-with-your-shitt]

Prompt 45: Netflix from @checkplease100

“Dammit, Leslie, you are too good for him!”

Ransom rolled his eyes, throwing a balled up sock at Holster. “Shut up, Holtzy.”

“You know I have feelings about season three!” he bellowed back from the cave of his bunk.

Rolling his eyes Ransom pulled himself out of his chair and folded himself into the small space of Holster’s bottom bunk. His back was against Holster’s chest and his friend’s square jaw rested against the top of his head. The cave-like bunk was stuffy and smelled like Holster’s spicy-sweet body wash and socks. It felt like home.

“Press play, you jerk.”